Tender to touch the salt burns a soul stirring in the breeze ghosts of a forgotten past alive forevermore within the price of a two-bit whore come on show me a good time within my own confines I deny she was here I cry to my pillow drenched in her perfume a full moon masterbates upon a dogs barking in heat five city cops rape a bar attendant if only for a little while she laughs at my naivity a forgotten song blares from a cheap factory stereo players pretending to be from the hood shooting stars with blowguns seems far fetched for her take a holiday on the sandy beaches of Missouri I hear the water rushing already please make my bed I slept in my urine pissed at her the captain of the ship yelled at his crew while they tempted the giant squid with jellybeans and licorice yes, oh yes, the bait was taken only a fool believes in the power of a jellybean ...and then in a moment of exctasy and agony reaching climax he took out the slingshot and killed his dreams I return to her on the dryland of Arizona everybody trips at the sound of my bowels rubbing in starvation being hungry for attention before the old demons come and take she and I away closer to our home I tuck her in it's kinda cold I kiss her damp lips with furious abandon while she sleeps Copyright 2001 Overtoke Publishing |